She Is Weeping Beautifully Poem by Alix Mangerian
She Is Weeping Beautifully
I wonder what she's thinking now
with her head dipped down
in the fool's gold light,
her hair falling across her eyes,
catching on her cheeks,
like leaves caught in a stream.
So I ask,
and she whispers,
'They don't love me back.
They never love me back.'
And I smile
as she shakes
against my shoulder
because I don't love her
either.
But she is weeping beautifully.
Surely that counts for something.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 9:17:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A nice poetic imagination, Alix M. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
Thanks, Jazib! I believe I shall.